Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.